She is wounded,
Once was much loved,
Then her heart was braked,
Someone stole her bread.

Hence she fears love lad,
Never believe if I can guard,
Her love also can be decorated,
Thinks all men are corrupted.

I am trying to pull her to my hood,
Unfortunately she isn’t in good mood,
I understand her pains isn’t food,
She feel lonely and unsecured.

Slowly her love feelings lured,
Convincing her isn’t remodulated,
Its not an easy task to be formulated,
But am trying all my best tested.

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